I'm saddened to hear that James P. Hogan passed away. I met him about four times over the years, and he was always nice to me. He was a great writer, and a real character. He will be missed.
Finished up tonight on the first draft of next short story, which has clocked in at 7,200 words, "The Fontane Sisters are Dead". It's my Golem Gal in East Texas tale (as Jack Paar used to say, "I kid you not!"). Look up what the sole Number One tune the Fontane Sisters had on the Hit Parade, and you'll get the reference, as well as the time frame of the story.